He packed a big ass church out near Rogersville.
He drove the Cadillac, and she drove the Oldsmobile.
On Friday, shacking up with the mistress.
Doing things he never did with the missus,
who was back at home cooking dinner for him.
They had a son, he never had the calling.
He went all over town drinking and a-balling.
Got some girl pregnant when he was still a teen,
working at McDonald's and pumping gasoline.
Driving that Camaro fast with all his friends.
Daddy's been preaching the word since he was twelve.
All about the merciful savior and the fires of Hell.
I know he meant it, but what's a little straying?
Got everybody singing and a-praying.
The Devil better not come back down here again.
Missy wore them go-go boots and did something for him.
Made him think his wife back home was homely and boring.
He met these guys who didn't mind getting dirty,
he was a killer and his alibi was sturdy.
It only took a little bit of cash and the deed was done.
Stained glass windows, Jesus looking down,
organ playing music to the middle-aged crowd.
Wife's in the ground, Devil's in his head,
go-go boots are underneath the bed.
It's a small town and the word gets around.
Gossip is a-flying, and the son starts to thinking.
He sees daddy's new wife driving 'round in a Lincoln.
There's a lot he'd like to ask if he could get the chance,
but he's scared he might kill the old man.
He wonders what the Lord would say, and he weighs it all out.